Soul Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

"No, please..." "How dare you feast on your King's sacrifice?" Alexander spoke, and the maid shrunk, hiding her face. "Sacrifice," the word echoed in Dua's head. She looked at Alexander, and then at the maid, then at Alexander again. "No," she muttered, her feet giving away as she fell unconscious. Alexander moved swiftly, catching her before she reached the ground. The door opened, and a guard walked in, going on one knee before Alexander. "Your Majesty."

This was me if I had never been chosen, never bound by flame, never scarred by war. Its words dripped slow, deliberate, like each one was woven into my marrow: “The Hollow will not close with steel. Not with flame. Not with crowns. It will close with silence. One soul given willingly. One soul crossing the threshold. Then the wound in the world will seal.” The air left my lungs in a violent rush. A sacrifice. Always, always a sacrifice. “And if we don’t?” My voice cracked, little more than dust carried on breath. The shadow’s head inclined. “Then the world drowns.” No malice. No threat. Only truth, spoken like the turning of a page.

Then, he opened his laptop, and the screen indeed showed me, specifically, the footage of my left hand being corroded. In the surveillance video, Elaine had snuck past everyone and secretly switched out my experimental materials. For this, I paid the price of lifelong disability. Even faced with that kind of brutal evidence, Andreas still claimed Elaine was innocent. The moment Quentin saw my hand corroded by sulfuric acid on the screen, he slapped Elaine across the face. "How could you set up Isadora like that? She's your sister!" Back then, after being rushed to the hospital, I hadn't just called Andreas for help. I had called everyone in the Wilde family, one by one.

it said softly, “only with the truths you dare not speak.” The land beneath her feet pulsed once, and cracks spread beneath her name etched in fire. And then it asked: “What did you sacrifice the first time you chose to live?” Selena’s throat tightened, her heart thundering against the fragile cage of memory that barely held her together. The fire beneath her name flickered violently, each flame whispering fragments she had buried. She saw the night of her first shifting again—not the glory of power, but the scream she silenced as her mother turned away. Her sacrifice had not been a thing, but a moment. A truth she had let burn in order to rise. “I sacrificed my fear,” she said aloud, yet ev

Once he was gone, I could no longer hold my feelings back. Even though I was ready to walk away, the thought of forgetting him still hurt like a thousand tiny cuts. Matthew had sworn he would love only me and never betray me. Yet, he had broken that promise. I grabbed my phone and called my mentor. "Professor, I'm ready to come back to research." "Really? You know, joining the research team means signing a non-disclosure agreement. You won't get to see the outside world much. Didn't you and Matthew... Did you guys split up?"

“That every human sacrifice…even the successful ones…ended in something worse. Blood magic takes what it’s owed, no matter the outcome. Maybe I’d be free of the curse. But I’d lose everything else. My soul, my sanity…you. There’s always a price.” My eyes were blurry again, but I kept my voice even. “So, the altar… the books…” “Were reminders,” he said softly. “Of what I was capable of. What I didn’t want to become.” I looked away, arms folding across my chest as I tried to contain the flood behind my ribs. I didn’t want to believe him. But gods help me, I did. “You told me once,” I said slowly, “that you wouldn’t hurt me.” He nodded. “And I meant it.”

She had nowhere to hide. Watching the absurdity unfold, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Anyhow, no tears came. Maybe I should never have joined them on that outing. Maybe, then, none of this would have happened, and I'd still be alive and well. Calvin's heart had always belonged to Charlotte. I was nothing more than a mere substitute when she wasn't around. This bitter truth was one I'd only realized at the cost of my life. My father got ready to bring my body away. Standing beside him, Cynthia added, "Mr. Shea, if you ever need help, please let us know."

“Betraying Henry Luther, who adopted you when you needed help the most, isn’t necessary either. None of this is worth it.” “And they won't be using Ashley for the sacrifice anymore,” I added. “So you should let the sheriff go to Jericho's base. If there's a chance that he could save Abby, he should take it.” Jacob seemed taken aback. He didn't know about the proposal of yesterday. And they didn't tell him Ashley won't be used for sacrifice. “I'll send people to Ashley and bring her here,” Jacob said. “I was the one who chose her for the sacrifice, and they must sacrifice her.”

At the very bottom of the picture the caption said “The birth of the next generation. Sacrifice of the mother for the blessings of the son.” Seline covered her mouth to stifle a little yelp of terror that nearly escaped. She looked around the ward, but all was quiet. She picked the book back up and looked through a few more pages that showed many more scenes similar to that one. There were many rites and rituals in full description, even notes on the ideal candidate for each sacrifice. It seemed that every rite or ritual required a sacrifice. It was a horrible book. Finally Seline closed it she did not want to look at the horrors inside any more. She quickly got up and put the book back wher